So a few months ago I was minding the business that pays me and scrolling Facebook when I came face to screen with this disgusting video of pulsating meat. Y’all! It made my skin crawl. Somehow in that same session a video of fish, sliced open and being prepped to cook but still flailing, also came up. You know how algorithms and related content work. I was so distraught that I said f* all meat that day and here we are. It has been a challenging venture. I’m not labeling
It’s the last day and 11th hour of #infertilityawarenessweek and I thought what better way to end this week and to share my story than the rebirth of the Debonair Dame, so continue reading. In 2008, I married my Mr. and we were ready to build this life and family we had talked about for years. We weren’t trying to conceive, but we weren’t preventing it either. Months after our wedding, we found out I was pregnant in the worst way- excruciating pain, vomiting, and a trip to the ER.